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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

I could a tale unfold - 5

"Drew, it's a foil, not
a damned battering-ram," Newt said tersely as he adjusted the actor's hold
on the hilt. "Try to remember this is supposed to be artistic and
theatrical, not a back-alley brawl."

Kirk would have laughed
except he had the feeling Newt would lay into him next if he did. For the last
week, the man seemed to take special pleasure in finding fault with every move
he made, correcting his footwork and his stance every chance he got. He knew
why and mentally damned Hildie for telling her husband about their brief dalliance.

"Again!' Newt barked
out. "And for God's sake make the sword exchange look unplanned the way I
showed you."

For the next hour, Newt ran
them through their paces until both men were drenched in sweat and panting for
breath. Finally he deemed that they'd practiced enough for the day, sending
them away with a few brief words of praise and the admonishment that they still
had a way to go to be perfect.

"I'll settle for almost
perfect," Kirk said once he and Drew were in the hallway.

Drew chuckled. "No you
won't. You'll do your damnedest to make certain he can't find any fault with
you. And next time, keep it in your jeans when it comes to Hildie."

"Hell, does everyone
know what happened?"

"Umm, I don't think the
janitor does, but I wouldn't count on it." Drew ducked away when Kirk took
a swipe at him. "Kidding, man. I didn't really know anything for sure
until just now. I did wonder though, since he's being really hard on you and
usually he thinks you're practically perfect…"

"In every way. Yeah,
yeah. Mary Poppins I'm not, smart ass."

Drew snorted. "Not with
that build you aren't. More like, humm." He tapped a lip as he looked at
Kirk.

"I don't even want to
know." Kirk opened the door to his dressing room. "Tell Chandler I'll
be up in a couple if he wants to know. I need to change shirts."

"And he will."
Drew laughed as he headed on down the hall, stripping his shirt off as he did before disappearing into the men's dressing room.

"Damned shame you're
straight," Kirk murmured watching him. "Not that it matters, I've got
the best of the lot," he added—smiling as he thought of Ross. "Most
definitely the best."

4 comments:

Fun update! Still nothing happening just yet but I feel it building! Maybe it was your beginning but I feel like these characters are so much "brighter" so much quicker. Does that make sense? Anyway, can't wait for more!

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Born and bred Cleveland, I earned a degree in technical theater, later switched to costuming, and headed to NYC. Finally seeing the futility of trying to become rich and famous in the Big Apple, I joined VISTA (Volunteers in Service to America), ending up in Chicago for three years. Then it was on to Denver where I put down roots and worked as a costume designer until just recently.
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